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Sex Overseas
by Oldnavy (tkg2902@cox.net)
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This was my first encounter was with a married woman.
(MF, 1st, military)
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I was single at the time, about as horny as a 22 year
old sailor overseas can get, but short enough of the
cash, or "personality" necessary to get laid by one of
the hundreds of bar girls in Olangapo City,
Philippines, to venture off base.
So I settled on a couple drinks at the enlisted club
and heading back to my ship for the night. I never
thought of myself as capable of adultery, but the ease
that this first time happened riveted itself in my
memory ever since.
It was just little past seven PM on a warm monsoon
evening in the Philippines. The sun had just set, and
the breeze shifted bringing the unique aroma of beer,
barbecue, sewage, and young women, that any Westpac
sailor during the 40 some odd years after World War II
could tell you that only one place in the entire world
smelled like; Olongapo City at Naval Station Subic Bay.
Whatever the mixture of pheromones, the smell of that
little town on a warm tropical night was enough to give
any young lad an erection just reminiscing about it
back home in Iowa.
But there would be no overnight in the "Po" for me this
evening. Short of cash and payday still a week away, I
settled for swinging by the Acey-Duecy club for a few
beers, Armed Forces TV and an early night back to the
ship.
I was just crossing the street near the base ATT phone
exchange, when just behind me, I heard "excuse me, sir"
in the voice of a woman in an unmistakable American
Midwest accent.
I turned towards it and there was blond thirty-ish
looking woman in knee length pants and a well filled
blouse opened to the third button and revealing the
cleavage and swell of the biggest set of boobs I'd seen
in 5 months. I mumbled something like "can I help you"
trying to ignore the feeling that Id just been kicked
in the groin.
Well, she was looking for someone to help her with some
change and how to use one of those new international
phone charge cards to call San Diego. I ignored the
idea that any woman would not know how to use a
telephone, and offered to help. Not so much out of any
helpfulness on my part as much as the possibility of
getting a peak at her chest!
So I walked onto the phone exchange with her, helped
her work the coin changers, and dial in to the
international line. I even found the number she was
looking for at the Chaplains office at COMNAVSURFPAC. I
watched as she bent down to take her change out of the
machine. She wore a low cut bra and I could see a
generous pink moon rise above the top edge. God she was
built!
I was getting ready to go when she stopped me and asked
me to wait until she made a couple phone calls so she
could thank me.
I kicked around for about 30 minutes while she
conducted her business, getting more and more thirsty
for the beer that was waiting for me, and just a little
annoyed for letting myself get hooked into standing
around waiting for some dumb broad with big tits living
overseas that didn't even know how to place an
international phone call.
Finally she came out, thanked my profusely, didn't know
how she could thank me enough and, hey where are you
going anyway? To get on with the storey, she asked me
to come with her back to her friends house over in base
housing, she'd get us some drinks for my trouble. We
got in a base cab and she began to explain her problems
to me, getting more and more familiar, her hands began
to find there way to my shoulders, my knees. As her
story got more involved so did her hands, she found my
thighs, my inner thighs, by the time we got to the
other side of the base on Cubi Point housing they were
right up to my crotch.
She began leaning on my shoulder and I could feel her
breath on my neck, and her hair on my cheek. I was
getting a hard on and it began to dawn on me that I had
a hot and horny married woman on my hands. She began
talking softer, and getting closer to me, asking me if
I liked white wine, and wouldn't it be nice to spend an
evening in a real bed. Our lips met just
as the cab turned down her street.
Her house was typical base housing, a screened porch,
an airy cottage built for the tropics. There was no
girl friend there of course, but there was a bottle of
chilled wine, a soft bed and dim lighting. We laid down
together and began to make out. Her tongue was all over
me, God she was hot.
We began to undress each other. I don't remember how or
when, her blouse got off, I just became aware that we
were both in our underwear embracing and french
kissing. Then I felt the unmistakable imprint of erect
nipples against my own bare skin and the loveliest set
of boobs I'd ever kissed.
Then the wine, and her cologne began to work, and
everything seemed to be in a swoon. I felt her mouth
engulf my cock. Then against her pubic hair, her breath
getting deeper and measured, hands pushing me down,
further down, kissing her navel, nosing through her
hair, the salty taste of her pussy, her light groans,
feeling her clitoris swell in my lips.
She began to lubricate and open up, then buck her hips
into my face. At one point her thighs locked tightly
around my head, I could feel her tense as a salty flood
seemed to wash into my mouth and lips. My face was a
mess of hair, and pussy juice.
I heard her say "You want me?". "Yes" I answered. I
didn't at that point if it was a sin or not. "Fuck me,
then, please don't tease me, I want to fuck you."
That was the first time in my life a woman actually
asked me to fuck her that in itself was almost enough
to pop my nut.
We went straight to missionary, and I can never
describe how good she felt inside. She was so warm and
silky. Her voice made sounds like it was coming from
deep inside her. Her legs locked around mine and we
rode each other for all we were worth. Too soon I felt
my balls begin to boil, I knew I was coming, but I
didn't want too. I tried to squeeze my cock, but it
only seemed to make the feeling more intense.
"Let it go" I heard her say, "I'm protected honey, I
want to feel you shoot inside me". That did it. I
released, feeling my semen fill my cock and then flood
her cunt. I hadn't cum for a week and I must have shot
five or six times and by the time I stopped my balls
ached and felt myself spasm for a second or two. I
completely spent myself.
I fell asleep in her arms, those big warm tits against
my lips. Early next morning she rode with me back to
the pier. I wanted to see her again, but she didn't
think we should, and kissed me gently on the lips one
last time. I thought about her for several days, I'd
look for her on base, in the exchange or at the club,
but never saw her again. Soon we were underway,
steaming back to the "war", and I never saw her again.
Except in my dreams.
END
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